Žodžiai dainai: Tilt. 'Til It Kills. Dumb Little World.

You can hear the sound of each little town, 'cause they all sing, every =
mile a town pops up, full of pride for this country, and now a shroud =
appears on the horizon, wish I could blink and miss this one as well. =
What could be worse? What could be further from home? Dumb little world, =
dizzy & spitting up blood. Can't live here there's nothing I recognize, =
I keep looking, reference points are hard to find when each home looks =
just the same, but I can hear the anthem playing, that sound will drive =

me further away. I won't buy into it, this bad deal, not so much as a =
dime for my homeland, this place is so wrapped up in itself, playing the =
theme song to my expatriaton.
Submitted by: Mel